Couple's Experience With a Demonic Priest

Mason is about 6'3", maybe 200lbs, with really muscular arms. He isn't one of those lanky tall guys, but rather he is strong. 

He has shorter dark brown hair, just long enough to grab with my fingers in the heat of passion, and he has dark blue eyes that turn a silvery blue when he's especially aroused or angry. He has a strong jaw, with full lips and adorable dimples.

Stacy’s boyfriend Mason has been together for roughly 2 years since she was a freshman and he was a junior in college. Right now he is at law school and Stacy is still working on her undergrad degree. 

They get along great, love each other, and have a lot of fun together, and she can see things going far with their future, but lately, they've had a few problems. She has a difficult past and because of it, she finds it really hard to open up about her feelings or let loose and lose control. 

While Mason knows about Stacy’s past, it still really bothers him that she never fully let go when she’s with him; because she doesn't let him in all the way, Mason isn't as open as he could be.

Mason attends school an hour away from Stacy, and They talk every night and spend most weekends together. While their sex life is fine -- They both derive pleasure from it -- They both know it could be better if They'd just open up. 

Mason was thinking about this lately and told Stacy that he had an idea that could possibly help them out.

"I think that I've solved our problem, Stacy,"

"Really? How so?" Stacy didn't need to ask what the problem was; They'd realized 'the problem' a while back.

"I think that part of the problem is a shyness about being open with our feelings. I was thinking we should write each other a letter with our biggest secrets -- sexual fantasies, past histories, problems, etc. 

Then, when I come up on Saturday We'll read them and talk about the issues we both have. 

This way, we won't have to voice the problems we are having but we can get them out in the open. I love you and don't want to lose you, Jessica." Mason said.

Stacy thought about this a moment and readily agreed. 

This is about where she is now -- trying to write the letter. Part of the reason Stacy hasn't been honest about her issues is the fact that she is scared of Mason's reaction, and she doesn't want to lose him.

But, She is slowly realizing that if she’s not open about this then she will lose him anyway. So here goes Stacy needs to Mason...

"Mason-

You know I have trust issues and that I am very scared of rejection, and while I know that you wouldn't purposely hurt me I've still let doubts rule my mind. 

So, I ask that you not laugh at me or hate me for anything I write to you. I couldn't bear the humiliation of being rejected by you, the only man I've ever really loved.

I'll build this up slowly...The first thing I've never really voiced but is a big issue for me is my own self-esteem. I judge people too harshly, including myself. 

I feel like I'm not attractive enough to deserve you, and that you can't really be aroused by me. 

Because of this, I get really self-conscious when I'm naked with you or when you are hanging out with other girls -- I feel like I can never compare. 

I don't know how to fix this, though I have tried in the past. Acceptance of myself isn't a problem in most areas, but with my appearance it is.

My biggest problem is a bit harder to share. It isn't a problem, really, so much as a fantasy, a type of need I have. A desire to add to our relationship in a way that would really shift the dynamic, if you can accept it.

You know I have control issues, and that I always have to have control in school and work. I don't like being vulnerable, and I don't like not knowing what will happen or how things will go. 

A lot of this is based on my past. With this, I also have extreme difficulty breaking down and crying, losing myself in anger, or completely letting go in orgasm.

I used to have fantasies of being tied up because it would mean I wasn't in control. I didn't understand it at first, but I looked up erotica with the 'tied up' theme for masturbation purposes. What I found really surprised me, but it helped me understand myself a lot better.

It turns out that some people can have dominant tendencies, and some people submissive tendencies. There is a whole sub-culture of BDSM -- Bondage/discipline, Domination/submission, and sadomasochism. 

Some people live as slaves 24/7, doing whatever their Masters command them to, and following all sorts of rules. Other people simply get off on pain and bondage.

There is one other group that I understood most.” Stacy wrote this in her letter.

And after Mason saw Stacy's need, he also administered to it because it has also being Mason’s fantasy to try a new thing in their couple's life. 

And the first person that came into Mason’s heart is the Priest. He loves how he preaches and he hopes he can find a solution to their problem. He told Stacy about the outcome and they decided to take a big step that changes their lives forever.

On getting to the parish, they could hear some sounds of songs brewing out of the church building. Then they are being welcomed by the Priest and after discussing their issues with the demonic priest. He had a solution to their problem.

Well as you guys may not know...the priest that does your wedding has to have a good idea of the couple who will bring in many babies for the church. 

So I'll have to examine you two to make sure that you're capable of this solution that is about to be provided." The priest said. 

His lips circled slightly as he fixed his glasses and casually pulled at his robes as a stream of precum oozed from his demonic cock. It made perfect sense.

"Right then... this way into the private Chambers." He said.

The priest led the way, a large tent formed in his robes that both noticed as he stood up and led them through the door. 

The priest locked the door behind them as they entered a somewhat emptied room with a couch and a chair where he did his confessions. 

The two sat on the couch as the priest sat in his chair, adjusting his boner so it sat flesh against his thigh, pumping precum from the tip and dripping down his inner leg.

"Right...ok. Son,  stand up and face me."

Mason stood up and walked to the priest's chair as asked and stood there, waiting and confused.

"Ok, now please... undress and allow the examination to begin."

After both couples undressed, Mason's cock flying in the air and Stacy’s pussy and breasts are calling for attention badly. 

The Priest firstly approached the wife after removing something from a cupboard in the room, 

Stacy was surprised at the instrument in the hands of the priest, a nipple clamp. “You need to be punished,” The priest said. 

He used the nipple clamp on both breasts which send a sharp and light pain to Stacy’s breast.

He placed his rough hands on her soft hips and stroked them slowly as he felt her skin under his.

"Oh yes, very soft skin. Very good."

His hands trailed up her stomach and under her breasts before he finally cupped them in his hands, firmly holding her tits, before he began to fondle them while swinging the nipple clamp so hard.

"Oh, very full breasts as well! Yes, young and full of milk for the children you two shall bear. Good, good."

Stacy closed her eyes in pleasure and pain as this priest touched her body and fondled her breasts. 

His hands moved her tits around in circles before squeezing them and massaging them in his hands, feeling his first pair of breasts in all his life. He then moved them in different directions before rolling his fingertips over her pink nipples with clamps.

Stacy moaned hard this time as the priest felt their hard tips rub across his fingers as he glided his hands around on her chest. 

He then pulled and pinched her nipples before pulling them upwards and letting gravity bring them back down with a bounce.

"Your bride has a wonderful set of breasts. Lucky man."

Mason secretly stroked himself as he watched his young wife get violated by a priest.  His robes clung to his demonic cock as it pulsed up and down, eager to release itself. 

The priest put his face between her breasts and rubbed them across his face before stealthy licking her nipples and sucking on one when her husband wasn't paying attention. 

Stacy’s thighs were coated with pussy juice at this point and her cunt ached for a cock, any cock, to penetrate it. She didn't even mind his touching anymore.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” The priest asked the wife

Stacy replied, in a soft and submissive tone "I'm ready to submit to your punishment sir"

Mason saw the demonic Priest move the Bishop's Throne to the center of the room. The Bishop's Throne was a large heavy oak chair used to seat visiting ecclesiastical dignitaries -- like when the Bishop or Arch Deacon came to officiate at the annual Confirmation service.

It was hard for the man to move the chair -- but something stopped Mason from jumping to his feet and offering to help. He sat, transfixed, and almost had an orgasm on the scene unfolding in front of him.

The Priest also called Father Ignatius which it’s his demonic name called in the satanic realm. He removed the first of his vestments and threw the green chasuble onto the table. 

Next, he removed the matching stole, and as custom demanded, he kissed the cross embroidered in the center and folding it carefully, placed it on top of the chasuble. 

Then he untied the girdle -- a soft white rope with tasseled ends -- he showed it to Stacy, who was standing lonely and also excited deep down as she watches the Priest disrobe. 

Father Ignatius smiled a demonic way, and Stacy’s eyes fell to the floor. He placed the girdle on the oak chair.

The alb fell loose and he pulled it over his head. Crisp, white linen that rustled as it moved. And now the priest was left standing in his black cassock. Stacy raised her eyes and looked at the thirty-three buttons down the front. 

She reached to his waist and started to unbutton those from the waist to the ground, Stacy didn’t know what pushed her to do so but She was so fascinated about the priest, and the eagerness to be punished increased. 

She reached a hand inside the cassock and determined that he was naked, at least from his waist down. The Priest took Stacy’s arm and led her to the center of the room so that she was standing facing the back of the oak Throne. 

Mason had even erupted at this scene and he is really enjoying what’s going on as he is preparing to make his dick hard the second time.

"Are you ready and willing?" The priest said softly "you have been a bad girl" Stacy nodded but chose to say nothing.

"I asked if you were ready and willing to accept your punishment -- answer me, girl!" he said sternly.

"Yes, Father," she said quietly, "I think I am ready"

Father Ignatius in a beast mode bent her forward over the throne. He took her right hand and placed it firmly on the right arm of the throne, then took her left hand and placed it on the left arm of the throne. 

He reached for the girdle and deftly tied each wrist to the chair. No more Old Stacy, she was replaced by the eager slut that had been the now Stacy.

The priest reached to the floor and took hold of Stacy’s clothes and He lifted it swiftly, pulling it over her head, limiting her view of the room.

How bad have you been while with your husband? Tell me!" the Priest instructed.

"Father" she replied "I have been so bad. I have had bad thoughts and I have often played with myself in the middle of the night. 

I have made myself cum again and again, and I have often thought of doing bad things with the neighbors while my husband isn’t around" 

Before the words were out of Stacy’s mouth, she felt the priest's hand plant firmly on her ass. It took a moment for the sensation to reach her brain -- but instinctively she bit her lip in order to stifle the desire to cry out. 

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A second strike quickly followed the first, and she could not contain herself.

"Father" she cried "I've been so bad. I'm sorry"

"Did I ask you to speak?" the Priest responded "Speak only when spoken to!"

"Yes, Father"

The further spanking continued. The white globes of her ass started to glow pink. The sounds of a bare hand on a barely clad ass filled the room. 

And Mason had forgotten about the silver, forgotten about the bike ride, forgotten about fishing, about what brought them here. He had never seen anything quite like this, he was so internally excited.

The priest was tiring -- his strokes were slowing and it was clear that his hand was beginning to feel the effects of his efforts. 

He allowed his hand to caress the glowing cheeks. He reached between her legs and could feel that her cunt was exuding juices that were a measure of her delight.

"Have you been sufficiently punished for your sins, Stacy?  he asked, calling Stacy by her name for the first time.

"No, Father, I haven't. I have been so bad"

Suddenly, the Priest reached up and lifted Jesus from the nail. Before Mason realized his intention, Mason found himself the most unlikely of who uses a crucifix as a paddle? 

An elderly priest spanking a young novice girl perhaps? 

He thought while watching the hot scene as he had cum the third time.

Stacy squealed each time the crucifix met her flesh. She tried to be silent, but my broad arms and the added weight of the cast figure made it very difficult. The pinkness soon became a reddening.

The demonic Priest took hold of the waist and pulled them down. He ran his finger down the crack between her cheeks until he found her moist pussy. 

His other hand went into the opening of his unbuttoned cassock and took hold of his now erect member.

"You want this in you?" he demanded

"I do, Father, I do" came the reply.

Then the priest uses the wooden crucifix to penetrate Stacy’s lubricated cunt, Stacy felt a range of pain and pleasure at the same time as the crucifix reached a longer distance inside her, almost touching her womb. 

The Priest didn’t relent in spanking her with his hand while also inserting the crucifix in and outside Stacy's cunt. 

This made Stacy’s cum faster as she squirts on the crucifix because both outer pains are sending waves of pleasure inside her. After she is back to life, the cunt is already ready for the priest's cock.

The priest buried his cock deep into her cunt, his balls pressing against her wonderful ass as he tried to push as much of his cock as he could into her tight, wet hole. 

His hands trailed to her hanging, swinging breasts with the clamps and he fondled her beautiful tits once again as he used her pussy to milk his cock. Mason couldn't take it any longer and joined the two, facing his bride as she was bent over the chair. 

His large, pulsing cock swung in front of her face and a stream of precum shot onto her cheek as he inched closer for Stacy to suck on him. 

Eagerly, Stacy opened her mouth and took Mason’s cock inside of it, swallowing it all the way to his ballsack. 

He moaned loudly as his cock head pushed against the back of her throat and he felt her tongue swirl across his balls making them shoot another stream of warm precum down her throat. 

He held her head and moved his swollen cock in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of the demonic priest as he forced his big cock deep into her young pussy. 

She was spit-roasted between two hard and pulsing cocks. Her pussy gushed juices as she came against the old priest's cock which only made the priest fuck her harder and quicker, eager to release his pent-up holy seed while Mason's mouth fucked her, his balls slapping her chin as he thrust slow but deep. 

She could feel his eager cock pulse against the roof of her mouth each time he buried it deep in her throat.

She rocked against the priest's cock making him grab her hips tightly as his cock was squeezed by her womb.

"Oh, father...please bless me with your cum!"

Stacy moaned as she grinded against his cock forcing precum to squirt inside of her. The priest moaned again and began thrusting harder and deeper into her, his lust taking over. 

Her clamped breasts bounced around as he pounded into her pussy over and over again. The cum in his balls swelled up and within moments, erupted from their tomb and spilling deep into her pussy.

"Oh! Receive my blessing child!!!!"

The priest threw his head back as he came wave, after wave, spilling every drop he had into her hole. 

His balls began shrinking as more and more cum filled her hole, spilling whatever it couldn't fit onto the floor and around their feet. 

Years of stored sperm left his balls and flowed freely into her tight fuckhole. Then the priest faced Mason sternly and ask him questions.

“Did I gave you permission to interfere in the scene?” the priest asked.

Mason looking down, he replied, “ No sir, but I couldn’t hold myself”

“Then you will be punished for that” the priest replied.